American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1325 Back to Paris
Using forged information to fool the airport, the Gulfstream G450, which had just landed, was quickly ready for takeoff.

Without waiting for Marvin to finish his work in the cockpit, Reese drove a black Lexus that he got from somewhere directly onto the runway.

Jack, who was waiting at the cabin door, waved to the two people in the car. Although Frank, who got out of the passenger seat, did not show much expression, there was obviously a hint of pride in his eyes.

Previously, the bald guy deliberately used a fake identity that had been unused for 20 years to check into a nearby hotel. Sure enough, less than a day later, Han flew directly from Japan and was caught by Jack and Marvin who were waiting at the airport.

Harry had prepared the forged materials needed for the new route to Paris in advance. When Han and his men rushed to the hotel excitedly, the airport had already completed the preparations.

While Han was still discussing with his men how to install a pinhole camera in the room booked by Frank, when they took action at night, Frank had already left the hotel with the help of Reese.

"Marvin, how long will it take you? I can provide you with a co-pilot who has experience in flying Harrier fighter jets." Jack asked after knocking on the cockpit door.

"This thing can't take off and land vertically." Marvin put on his headphones and ignored Jack, communicating skillfully with the airport tower.

Soon the Gulfstream plane started its engine and returned to the runway. After a short taxiing, the nose of the plane was raised high and flew straight into the blue sky.

After turning on the autopilot, Marvin looked out of the cockpit. "OK, the next question is how to capture the French Frog. FBI boy, what's your plan?"

Jack waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't look at me. Although I provided the information, to be honest, I had never heard of such a person before yesterday."

"The wines here all look good." Harry was searching in the wine cabinet at the mini bar. Finally, he took out a bottle of wine and handed it directly to Frank.

"1947 Cheval Blanc, said to be the best Bordeaux wine ever made. Do you think you can catch that frog?"

Frank looked a little unbelievable. "I remember the last time this wine was sold at an auction, it was sold for $30 a bottle. Han actually put it on the plane."

Jack and Reese looked at each other, as if they had no idea what they were talking about.

"'French Frog' is an extremely cunning intelligence broker who has caused trouble for both the FSB and the CIA, but he is also an avid wine lover.

He likes to pay actors to double him, so no one knows what he actually looks like, but we can use this bottle of wine to set a trap."

As Frank explained, he found a camera, took a picture of the bottle of wine in his hand, which was said to be worth $30, and then began to look around for a corkscrew.

After a few minutes
"How does it feel to drink a glass of wine that costs $5000?" Jack shook the wine glass in his hand and asked Reese. The latter had no taste in this area like him. He just smacked his lips with an indescribable expression.

Marvin, who also had no taste, poured himself a full glass, then drank it all in one gulp, and even burped loudly, "I guarantee that Han will be furious if he sees this.

He would hang Frank up and cut away his flesh bit by bit, taking great care not to bleed to death."

Jack suddenly regretted getting on the plane. "Marvin, is this considered drunk driving?"
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Although the landing was a little bumpy, the Gulfstream finally landed smoothly. When Marvin got off the plane, he was still holding the empty bottle, whose value was unknown now. When he saw the people who came to greet him, he rubbed his eyes in confusion.

"Frank, do you have twin sons?"

Seeing the old rookie John Nolan and his own silly son among the crowd, Frank showed a puzzled expression for a moment, because the old rookie John and Cassel looked too similar.

The only difference between the two is that John Nolan has worked as a patrolman for several years, and has been exposed to the sun and rain and looks a little more weathered than Cassell.

"Is it possible that it's because our mothers are twin sisters?" Cassel grinned and put his face close to John's. They were both wearing the same T-shirt, which did make people feel a little dizzy.

Jack and his friends were one day late because they were trying to steal a plane, so the two groups that had departed from Los Angeles and New York had already spent a day in Paris.

It can be seen that the girls, both big and small, are very happy, but the men and the security guards who followed Brian and were responsible for the team's safety did not seem so excited.

"Guess how many Parisian thieves' fingers Clay and I broke in one afternoon yesterday?" Brian complained unhappily.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll take you to the Moulin Rouge to watch the cancan dance later." Jack said with a wicked smile.

Compared to a pair of cousins ​​who look like twins, Chris and Braxton, who are obviously brothers, don't even have a different height.

The two hugged Jack separately. Seeing that Chris seemed to be hesitant to speak, Jack took the initiative to speak, "The plan has roughly taken shape, but it still lacks some opportunities. The first priority now is to help Frank and Marvin solve their current problems."

Chris nodded to show his understanding, and took out a room card from his pocket and handed it to Jack. "I used Frank's fake identity to book a suite at the Four Seasons Hotel George V, but I don't think Mr. Han, who lost his private jet, will be fooled again."

"It doesn't matter. This identity is now used to contact the other party." The other party Jack mentioned was a key link in his plan and also the most important link.

So the group parted ways again. The "stolen" Gulfstream might be needed later, so it was handed over to Braxton.

He had worked as a mercenary in Europe for a long time, doing a job similar to that of the famous killer "Han", so he had some connections in Paris.

Jack, Reese and two "R.E.D."s went to the hotel that Chris had helped to book, but as soon as they entered the lobby, they were blocked by someone.

More than a dozen burly men were divided into two teams, guarding the front and back entrances and exits. Anna stood timidly behind a woman in a mink coat and waved to Jack.

Catherine Zeta-Jones, uh, in this world she should be called General Katya Petrovna, twisted her graceful figure and walked up to the bald man, giving him a passionate French kiss.

"Hello, Frank, how long has it been since we last met?"

(End of this chapter)